a funk

It is one of those blah nights where I don't feel like doing anything. Anything constructive that is. I still am able to very much feel like some peanut M&Ms.
Hugh and I have been going to bed too late this week, I had a disturbingly smelly student today whose smell I feel is still lingering around me, which made our fish supper more unpalatable than it already was (I foolishly bought a kind of fish I've never had before-I'm always nervous about new fishes) and I DO NOT WANT TO CLEAN THE KITCHEN.
On the bright side, I'm going to the Melbourne Craft and Quilt show tomorrow with Heather, which shall be AWESOME. I need to go put some petrol in the car so that we'll make it all the way into the city, and the gas station is sure to be able to supply with some peanut M&Ms, thus lifting my current mood by about 50%. But probably not high enough to make me want to clean the kitchen.